Page 13 of Caressed By Sin
All Hells
Azar
After disappearing in front of Fatou, I reappeared several feet away from her. I slipped into a long hallway that had the sharp smell of cedar with a hint of bleach and sweat.
In the hallway fluorescents buzzed and hummed. An odd clacking sound came from one of the bathrooms, followed by the sound of feminine laughter.
Against simple common sense, I peeked around the corner and looked across the club to where I had spirited into thin air. The move had drained a lot of my energy, but it was worth it. I had to get away from her.
I spotted Fatou in the same spot, lifting the dress over her breasts. A blue hue bathed her brown skin. She turned her head from side to side, searching for me. Those silver dreadlocks bounced around her shoulders with each turn. I wanted to feast on her flesh. I could taste the honey on my tongue.
Go, Fatou, before I make you regret it.
She combed her fingers through her locs with both hands. Those perky nipples poked her dress’s thin fabric and were visible from here.
I growled as the ache in my cock deepened. The head swelled, sending pain and arousal up my shaft. I shoved my hands back into my pants and gripped the traitor.
Leave, Fatou.
She checked the area around her again and raced toward the club’s front door, bumping into the bouncer.
Good.
Relief filled me as I leaned back on the damaged wall and rubbed my temples. A stinging pain spasmed across my head.
It was the cost of using a complicated spell so quickly. Beads of sweat formed around my forehead while I rode the treacherous wave out, until it lessoned into nothing.
Rattled, I took a few deep breaths. I wasn’t used to my desires spinning out of control.
After over 150 years of living, not much made me need anything anymore.
In 1870, I’d been born human in Copenhagen, Denmark.
In my twenties, I was turned into a demon. I wasn’t immortal, but it was hard as fuck to kill me.
Three layers of hard bone surrounded an incubus demon’s heart. I’d discovered this from finding a few and opening their chests up, needing to know how we ticked.
Humans had soft, fatty brains.
We had more protection than a human skull. An extra layer encased our brains like a pearl sitting within the wet lining of an oyster shell. One needed a holy weapon to crack it and even that healed quickly.
I was as close to immortal as a supernatural could be.
Meanwhile, one would think that near immortality made for a fascinating life.
I’d traveled to every continent and stayed in every country. I’d married five times and buried my wives’ bodies. Never did I have kids, not wanting to see my sons and daughters grow up and then die too. I hadn’t heard of an incubus demon having kids. In fact, my maker had forbid it, citing our wicked biology and that the mother may die birthing the baby.
Therefore, I only chose women with no interests for children.
After a while, I stopped falling in love, unable to deal with the heartbreak, suffering, and loss.
In these last decades, I shifted my passions to sex and violence. My cock had plunged into the cunt of every ethnicity of human female.
They were all my sex slaves, submitting to my needs and desires. They thought I was the sexiest man alive and that I was their master. I fucked them in every hole. I pounded them until I was satisfied and they were no longer of any use to me. And a few tender moments happened here and there.
But, that didn’t keep me busy for long.
So, I sought the goal of fucking every supernatural female. Vampires and succubae, Banshees and mermaids, nymphs and witches, sirens and shapeshifters. Several pixies had sucked me off. I’d even bedded a few fairies as well.
